One step, followed by another, and yet another.
I had never felt so at peace and yet so terrified in all my life.
The journey, up to this point had been focused on preaching and teaching.
We followed as those interested, curious, but still doubtful of this man.
His thoughts were not like ours.
His actions were at times mysterious and seemed without reason.
Our minds couldn’t understand his ways, not completely.
That day had been especially tiring and gruesome.
As we went from town to town, they followed us.
People, hungry for his teaching, his words.
We settled for a time and the crowds stayed near.
This man, dare I call him that, had compassion on the crowd.
He took the meager morsels fit only for one and multiplied them.
The abundance remaining could have fed many more.
That night we departed in our vessel.
Darkness covered the sky. All was calm.
Then this man, not merely a man, journeyed out onto the sea.
I saw him take one step then another.
The others, they were afraid, thinking all sorts of foolish things.
But I although confused was more intrigued than anything.
As I stretched out on the faith that I had.
I focused my eyes in his.
One step became two, and another and there I stood.
Not on land but on water with this man, not merely a man.
My mind played tricks on me as the wind blew.
I found myself falling, sinking, almost out of his grasp.
He grabbed just in time to rescue me from myself.
When this man, not merely a man sensed my hesitation,
He chastised me for my lack of faith.
Once doubtful, I was a believer, staying true to the end.
And then I knew, I just knew, I had taken a walk to remember.

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I like this piece...I noticed one thing you might consider changing...Line 8: "That day...especially tiring and gruesome" -- I think you may mean "grueling" -- which is basically a synonym for tiring...gruesome, for me, is a word that means bloody...

Over all, I like it. I agree that you may consider using paragraphs rather than stanzas.